The outside world has never been more alluring, calling from the windows, stretching its fingers of light inside and pulling my mind out with it. I talk to my plants, I watch the leaves unfurl. I walk a 4 block radius to find petals in new places. I buy myself flowers from the bodega just to watch them die because their decay maps time in a way that the days of the week no longer do.
By nature, flowers are ephemeral, radical expressions of life, blooming then dying.
They become my language, a way to speak about this strange unprecedented time throughout the ongoing pandemic, and the temporality of life itself.
This is a selection of some new personal work I’ve been exploring on medium format film.